Iridescently given in its robust, it may lose its value when it’s touched.
Cradled softly by life's dirt, soon to be uprooted and misused to give pleasure or hurt.
Eyes that shine like diamonds with a smile.
Kept it in a back pocket for a while.
This diamond lost its value yesterday, if it could break let’s throw it away.
This diamond the way it shines and gleams, is the value what it seams?
“More diamonds” are whelped as if one wouldn’t be help.
This diamond belongs where it’s kept best, in the dirt where it can get rest.
Nourished and treated away from misuse and hurt.
Throw this diamond away where it can be loved by the earth.
Created after feeling deep sorrow